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The wolves growl in the night as the full moon bears down on them.
Its power pushes and pulls and strips bare their very souls until they are nothing but pure instinct.
In the middle of the pack, the largest rears up, and howls.
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The boy sits in his bedroom, at his desk.
He stares out the window at the glowing orb hanging in the sky.
Shivers, but forces himself to look down.
He ignores the yearning inside him to go running, to set himself free.
He knows what is in the forest tonight.
He knows, he can feel it. If he listens closely, he can hear them.
The moon may call to him, but it does not belong to him.
Tonight belongs to the broken group of people who aren’t people under the pearly glow.
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One of the smaller wolves skids catches a scent, and it skids to a stop.
His pack follows him, and soon, there is a hunt.
The largest one whines as he takes the lead.
This does not smell like food.
This smells like danger.
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They get closer, these animals, these broken people.
The boy lies in bed and power flows through him. Nervous, restless.
He wants to hide but he knows it wouldn’t work. The alpha is strong, they say, and relentless.
He knows in his soul that tonight, of all nights, might be the one they find him.
What they will do with him is the question.
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They come to a house that backs onto the forest.
The wolves snarl and whimper, feeling the danger, wanting to fight.
The largest barks them down. He is the only one who can think.
He smells the danger.
It’s the scent of a teenage boy.
He whines. Then growls.
The pack understands, and runs away as fast as they can.
They are too young to recognise the scent of magic that fills the air.
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He had been so good at hiding from the local pack.
Hiding his power, hiding his tattoos.
Hiding the markings that labelled him as one of the coven that worships the moon.
He means no harm.
A wolf howls below his window.
The wolf might mean harm.
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The wolf changes shape.
He is no longer a wolf, at least not in body.
He stares at the window where a light glows until a figure appears.
There is a connection, somewhere, between them. He can feel it in his bones.
The figure holds up two glowing palms.
Surrender, he seems to say.
The wolf growls.
He begins to climb.
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The boy watches as the wolf, now man, climbs through his window, into his bedroom.
He is shirtless, and his power is bare for all to see.
The wolf sees. He seems to be thinking.
The boy wonders if he can feel the connection, too.
The three-way bind between the man, the wolf, and the moon.
Between the two in the bedroom, and the night they live in.
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Something within the wolf wants.
Something within him that is animal.
The danger in front of him does not seem so dangerous anymore.
He reaches out a hand. Stops.
The human part of his brain second guesses. Takes control.
Even human, he wants.
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The boy runs a hand through his messy dark hair.
The wolf is completely naked, and it stirs something in the boy.
Something hot and desperate. Something fuelled by the moon.
The wolf is holding out a hand. His eyes don’t glow.
He is human, for the moment.
The boy takes a step toward him.
The moon urges him on.
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He cannot control himself much longer.
He growls, moves.
Presses the boy against the wall and himself against the boy.
Feels the lean, firm body against his.
Bury his nose in that pale neck and breathes in the scent of power.
He places his hands, claws out, on the boy’s hips.
Twin tattoos sit underneath his hands.
Their power flares through the connected bodies.
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The boy winds his hands around the wolf’s neck, fingers knot through his hair.
The wolf looks up, and they share the same oxygen.
The boy leans in.
Fearless, confident. Shaking inside, heart pumping fast.
Lips connect in a bruising kiss, and the moon sings.
The boy pushes his hips forward.
They both growl.
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The wolf’s claws travel all over the body beneath him.
The bed creaks with every movement.
He tastes every inch of pale skin.
He feels every sigh as the pleasure and moonlight wash over them.
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The boy arches up as lips and fangs brush over him.
Power pulses through him, beating in his ears like a heartbeat.
The wolf responds, takes all of him in.
Heat and wetness become his world.
The boy doesn’t howl, but it is close.
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He savours every groan, every wordless plea.
They do not speak at all, even when they are both spent.
They lie on the bed.
The moon’s call is quieter. Pleased.
He does not know the boy’s name.
It doesn’t matter. Not tonight.
But it will.
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They lie awake until the moon bids them farewell.
The sun comes up, the cold night replaced with a warm morning.
They do not speak as they dress.
The boy knows there are wolves outside.
Waiting for their alpha.
He sighs, stands at the window.
Imagines the blue and gold eyes watching him.
A pair of strong arms circle his waist.
His magic hums at the presence behind him.
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The inner wolf howls when he takes to leave.
The wolf cannot bear to be apart from the danger.
The boy says, “I’ve read stories, about the connection.
The one that’s made when you make love to a wolf under the full moon.”
The wolf grins.
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“Only if it was meant to be,” the wolf tells the boy.
The boy looks at him. Raises an eyebrow.
The man, the wolf, does not reply to the unspoken question.
The look in his eyes tells the boy everything.
When the wolf leaves, the boy is left feeling empty.
He leans out of his window. Howls to the rising sun.
His wolf howls back.